This seems healthy…How’s everyone doing?
This seems healthy…How’s everyone doing?
I can’t remember when the last time was where i looked forward to a day.
I had so many dreams, goals and I worked on them but now I dont have any dreams, no goals and all I do is waiting until the day is over.
I’m scared, because I don’t want to be happy anymore.
The situation in front of you might be harsh and disappointing, but swallowing it, clear-eyed and whole, is the only path to an actual cure. No idealism. No illusion. That’s the real dream.
Trisha Low, Socialist Realism
My mother may believe in sacrifice, but to her, sacrifice is nothing without absolute loyalty. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says about how much they love you,” she tells me. “It’s what they do in the end that matters.” You can say pretty words to someone all day long, but whether you can back them up is the real test… There’s a song by a Singaporean songwriter named Corinne May called “Fly Away.” We listen to it together so we don’t have to talk about what the song is saying… I’m tense from holding back tears. Corinne May sings the chorus, a paraphrase of her own mother’s blessing: “I love you too much to make you stay. Baby, fly away.” In this moment my heart is so soft for my mother. She loves me unconditionally. Because she does, she is the toughest person I know.
Trisha Low, Socialist Realism
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”— Haruki Murakami
*removes one earbud* fuck you want
(via teenagerposts)
